Anne Sexton

Raccoon Poem by Anne Sexton

Coon, why did you come to this dancewith a mask on? Why not the tin manand his rainbow girl? Why not Racine,his hair marcelled down to his chest?Why not come as a stomach digestingits worms? Why you little fellowwith your ears at attention and yournose poking up like a microphone?You whig emblem, you woman chaser,who do you dance over the wide lawn tonightclanging the garbage pail like great silver bells?